‘‘You haven’t told me what I have to do,’’ I reminded him. ‘‘Oh, no I haven’t; how remiss of me.’’ He laughed. ‘‘Of course, there are no real duties as such; it’s just that you’ll be doing everything as a young woman.’’ ‘‘But I’m not a young woman.’’ ‘‘Of course not, but you could learn how to be one.’’ ‘‘I don’t think…’’ I started. ‘‘Sorry, I should have explained that part sooner.’’ He smiled. ‘‘I want you to adopt the mantle, so to speak, of a young woman. After all, as you observed, all...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...

I still couldn’t put it all into perspective when I got home. Everything seemed so normal again, as if I’d never been away. I struggled to put all these experiences into context in the following weeks. Dad was preoccupied; not that I could have told him that I’d been having sex with a boy who acted like a girl. I couldn’t tell Thelma that her nephew had kissed me like I was a girl either. I certainly couldn’t tell either of them that it had left me confused. Was I wrong to be confused? Should...

I wrote to Mr. Overhill stating how he was to recognize us, and requesting a meeting at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, at a specified location near Blowboys House but not within view of it. In case the post did not arrive in time, I said, we would again await him at three o’clock on the day after. I also informed him that I believed Lord Blowboys to have been previously convicted of attempted buggery, occurring at Endwick in Warwickshire, and that the King should be notified, so that he...

“If you don’t learn another thing from our little association, learn this: Being feminine has absolutely nothing to do with what you’re wearing, the length of your hair, or your bust line. It’s totally, one-hundred percent in your head. It’s just that simple and it’s just that complicated. If you want to make this decoy thing work, you’ve got to learn how to feel feminine - from the inside out. By the time I’m through with you, all of you will be able to pass anytime and any place. You’ll also...

“If you don’t learn another thing from our little association, learn this: Being feminine has absolutely nothing to do with what you’re wearing, the length of your hair, or your bust line. It’s totally, one-hundred percent in your head. It’s just that simple and it’s just that complicated. If you want to make this decoy thing work, you’ve got to learn how to feel feminine - from the inside out. By the time I’m through with you, all of you will be able to pass anytime and any place. You’ll also...

Yes, this was what Lady Blowboys would never know: I had been a late bloomer indeed, as girls go—but I was not really a girl. For fifteen years, ever since my parents had brought me to Troveroy Park at the age of three, I had been passed off as a girl, because Lady Julia insisted that she could not endure a boy. I could not now remember my parents; they had been so eager to have me bear the Troveroy name and be raised to a station above their own, by their exalted Aunt Julia and (as they...

‘‘I’ve only borrowed her robe,’’ I said. ‘‘I haven’t been trying on her dresses.’’ As the words spilled out of my mouth, I had a vague sense of how inappropriate they were. "Of course you haven’t.’’ Angela stared at me closely but there was a twinkle in her eye that was saying something different, like she didn’t believe me. ‘‘But you’re both tall and slim, and apart from the obvious curves, I think most of her things would fit you. You could have such fun, playing a dressing up game with...

“Well, it’s a start. Let’s get you into this corset.” “Corset? I can’t...” “Greg, this dress isn’t going to close if you’re not properly corsetted. Besides it will hold the falsies. Turn around.” For some reason I didn’t put up much of a fight. She tugged and hauled on the strings of that fiendish corset. When she was done she turned me around. “There. Oh my, things are taking on a different form.” “Can’t breathe.” “Breathe with your chest. That’s it. Makes you much more interesting too.” I...

‘‘Is everyone susceptible?’’ I asked. ‘‘I thought some people are impossible to hypnotise.’’ ‘‘I’m never going to admit that,’’ she replied. ‘‘You’d be an amazing subject.’’ ‘‘How can you tell? I’d resist all the way.’’ ‘‘You’re challenging me, aren’t you?’’ Melissa came and walked round my chair. I remember that she looked at me, then nothing. ‘‘I told you I’d resist,’’ I said when I realised that Melissa was sitting opposite me with a huge grin on her face. ‘‘You did,’’ she said. ‘‘And who...

‘‘I’ve only just summoned the courage to call you,’’ she said. ‘‘I’d love to see you again. I can’t get you out of my mind. I know I was behaving like a real bitch at the end of the tour and I wanted to say that I’m sorry.’’ ‘‘You don’t have to apologise,’’ I replied. ‘‘I guess we were all under stress at the end of the run.’’ ‘‘I was sad when it ended, although I’d only been there for a while.’’ Rosalind’s voice was softer than I remembered. ‘‘I was lucky though. I got a job in...

‘‘Here’s your new identification documents; driving licence, social security number, bank and creditcards.’’ Sylvia handed me a small wallet as we sat to dinner courtesy of a local pizza delivery. ‘‘But these are for Madeleine Duval. That’s not me.’’ ‘‘It is now.’’ She smiled. ‘‘It’s for your security.’’ ‘‘But I’m not female.’’ ‘‘You’re going to appear to be, then no one will recognize you.’’ ‘‘I won’t agree to that.’’ ‘‘We thought of male disguises but you’re so small it was easier to make...

‘‘Aren’t you taking this a little too far?’’ Glen surveyed my new clothes strewn over the bed as I tried on one outfit after another. ‘‘How dare you!’’ I was really angry. ‘‘You’re the one who asked me to do this. What do you know about being a woman?’’ ‘‘What do you know?’’ he shouted back.‘‘ ‘‘Not much, but I’m trying to learn.’’ I said. ‘‘You selected me. All you knew is that I played Rosalind in a play.’’ ‘‘You did that so believably.’’ ‘‘But you don’t know how I got that role,’’ I said....

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” said a female voice next to me. I opened my eyes to see a woman sitting beside me. “What?” I asked. She smiled at me. “I saw you at the formal apparel show and I have seen you sitting here several times in the past. There is a way I can help you,” I was quite taken aback at this woman. Exactly what was she talking about and what was she after, I wondered to myself. “What do you mean? I don’t even know you,” I said. “I know you don’t. I am Sharon Evers and I have helped...